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There was no way. Absolutely no way! Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd sat on her four-poster bed in astonishment. In front of her lay the marriage predictor she has hastily dropped. After spending the entire day matching up her friends and classmates, declaring that her predictor spoke nothing but the truth and growing frustrated with Arnold and his determination that the predictor was wrong in pairing him with Helga – she now had reason to believe him. There was no way that she would marry him! To make sure, she changed her answers several times in the hopes of getting a different result, but each time it popped out. Curly. Tears of fr

There was no way. Absolutely no way! Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd sat on her four-poster bed in astonishment. In front of her lay the marriage predictor she has hastily dropped. After spending the entire day matching up her friends and classmates, declaring that her predictor spoke nothing but the truth and growing frustrated with Arnold and his determination that the predictor was wrong in pairing him with Helga – she now had reason to believe him. There was no way that she would marry him! To make sure, she changed her answers several times in the hopes of getting a different result, but each time it popped out. Curly. Tears of fr

To Belong "Geek!" "Loser!" "Weirdo!" Everyday is just the same as I make my way through the crowded hallways of my high school. Those too blinded by their own ego to see my worth. Those who mock what they can't understand, and so mock pretty much everything. At first it hurt. I wanted to be liked, and having people judge me before they knew me was frustrating. Yet now, as I stroll up the halls, it doesn't faze me.  Why? Could it be that graduation is mere weeks away? Could it be that I have a scholarship to study art at a prestigious university? Why no. It is because I am completely safe inside my deviantART hoodie. Safe in